By Dawn Felder Boren, Northend Agent’s
Someone once asked me what the price of love was and I said …death
The lingering of things that you are accustomed to
But will never experience again
As I begin to reflect on a part of my being that will no longer be
I reluctantly smile
It’s beautiful because I remember the oak tree
And please forgive me,
You have no idea where I’m going but it’s all true
My love for Validra started in a hospital room
1 minute after I was born
But my admiration began when I was 9
She placed me on the biggest oak tree
A limb that crawled from the sky to the grown
and when I looked up I saw her
She was placing her hands on my crown
I don’t remember what She said but I remember her actions after
I remember the laughter
I also remember the “look”
The look that left you a little shook
And I remember our books
As we traveled to different places through words
She was more than a Godmother
She was poetry
But oh how I’d wait by the mailbox
When She went her adventures aboard
Because every country She went
I’d receive a post card
This time it’s my turn
I need my gratefulness sent
For every gem She gave me
Every second spent
I don’t ask a lot of favors God
So please
After She sashays in your court
After the celebration
It can be after the dancing or after her grand presentation
Please kiss her on the cheek
Tell her that I deeply miss her
Please God deliver this
This love letter to Valildra
